Wednesday, September 3, 2014

FW 1.72k --still evidence of sins--

1.72a:
Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir. And take your laysure like a god on pension...1.72b:
Meeting some sick old bankrupt or the Cottericks' donkey with his shoe hanging...1.72c:
but let your ghost have no grievance. You're better off, sir, where you are...1.72d:
and have all you want, pouch, gloves, flask, bricket, kerchief, ring and amberulla...1.72e:
And it isn't our spittle we'll stint you of, is it, druids? Not shabbty little imagettes, ...1.72f:
Poppypap's a passport out. And honey is the holiest thing ever was, hive, comb and earwax...1.72g:
Your fame is spreading like Basilico's ointment since the Fintan Lalors piped you overborder...1.72h:
And admiring to our supershillelagh where the palmsweat on high is the mark of your manument...1.72i:
and when you were undone in every point fore the laps of goddesses you showed our labourlasses...1.72k:
He's duddandgunne now and we're apter finding the sores of his sedeq but peace to his great limbs...1.72l:
No, nor a king nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king. That you could fell an elmstree...1.72m:
If you was hogglebully itself and most frifty like you was taken waters still what all where was your like...1.72n:
But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the pale eggynaggy and a kis to tilly up. We calls him...1.72o:
So may the priest of seven worms and scalding tayboil, Papa Vestray, come never anear you...1.72p:
Your heart is in the system of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of Copricapron...1.72q:
The loamsome roam to Laffayette is ended. Drop in your tracks, babe! Be not unrested!...1.72r:
For we have performed upon thee, thou abramanation, who comest ever without being invoked...